Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.